Lyra-Jane

"When I'm gone, lay no flowers at my head, and say no kind words at my rest. My burial will be silent. You will lay my casket in the ground and leave me to rot." My father announced to those few people surrounding the deep grey bed. My father was not a man to care what we wanted, but kept his thoughts to himself and lived by them. The day we farewelled my father was wet and cold. The sun had stopped shining and allowed the clouds to layer the beautiful stained windows with heavy rain. It was a perfect day to farewell a man I would not miss. To say goodbye to someone who had never respected me, who had never had any source of trust in me, who